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Friday, September 30, 2011

No Council meeting for us

We were ready this morning and on time; however, our documents were not. Sooo, while we visited Jadon our "courier" took our documents over to Council for us. By the time we got there or decision had already been declared by the Council.

WE HAVE PERMISSION to appeal to the courts. Which we will do today in 30 minutes! Peanut is tiny! Just 28 inches tall and his wee bean is 17 inches around!

"I will go before you and will level the mountains; I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron. I will give you hidden treasures, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons you by name." Isaiah 45:2-3 (NIV)

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The Histrionics of a Fat Housewife said...: Christie, he is PERFECT!! What a beautiful boy!! I cannot wait to see him home!! Has he been responsive to you guys? He looks like he is. Ah, match made in heaven. Literally.; September 30, 2011 at 9:59 AM

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Before you

Before I knew you

I never knew what I was missing

I never knew love could be so pure

I never knew rolling over would make me cry

Before I saw your face

I never realized the beauty I was missing

I never realized how precious motherhood truly is

I never realized how my heart would swell in my throat when you cry

I was a mother once before you

But I was missing something

I think back now and wonder what your brother did

And what I shorted myself on during his infant years

Before you, a doctor never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, a stranger never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, those I thought were friends never said, “I’m sorry”

Before you, I never felt sorry for all of them

Before you I never knew what I was missing

Before you I was not a bad person or a bad mommy but….

I am a better person for the time that has come since you came to me.

For my sweet Joseph, you have taught your mommy so very much and I love you all the more for it.

Christie Taylor March 7, 2008

My Blessed Child

My Blessed Child
My child, my love.
You are my gift.
The one I never dreamed of.

So sweet and pure
With a smile to light the room
when the world seems a blur.

I could hold you tight
And never let go
but then again...

I think I won’t
for that just wouldn’t be right.

You are a teacher, a mover,a mind-changer
You will likely never know a stranger.

47 chromosomes have made you blessed.
To change the world,
on our shoulders the task now rests.

For a little while longer
I will hold you close and show you the way. Then I will set you free
and then smile and say,

“Now go change the world my blessed child.”

by Christie Taylor

April 23, 2009